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So please don't come to me on my dying day
just let me go in peace
with all the things that i forgot to say
racing through my mind, oh
And don't you bury me six feet under ground
just burn my body in a box
and let my ashes blow with the wind
out into the night sky
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Every normal man must be tempted at times to spit on his hands, hoist the black flag, and begin to slit throats. - H. L. Mencken
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